"And what room did you have?"
"Really, Elizabeth, your questions are most tiresome! I had the one next to yours."
"Always?"
"Always."
"Aunt Rebecca, which one did you have?" continued Elizabeth, turning toward the other end of the table.
"I have had my present room ever since I emerged from the nursery, Elizabeth; the place where I think you should still be."
"Aunt Caroline, did you ever have any brothers and sisters but my father and Aunt Rebecca?"
Elizabeth's eyes were fixed upon Miss Herrick's face as she asked this question. She could not fail to see the wave of color which swept over the usually pale cheeks, and that her aunt's hand shook as she laid down her fork.
"You have been told all of the family history that it is desirable for you to know, Elizabeth. I have one brother, your father, and I have one sister, your aunt Rebecca. Further than this I decline to tell you."
Elizabeth still looked at her, and Miss Herrick moved uneasily. Those dark eyes were so penetrating.